He pushed her to his bed, little more than a cot, and pulled off her clothes. "I had a terrible dream last night. Only she hadn’t. Since morning he had become fanatical; the atoms of common sense no longer functioned in the accustomed groove. He'll mend, I hope. CHAPTER XXI. Gin Lane's the nearest road to the churchyard. Surely she could ignore him. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his. “Oh goody. These sham ideals and advanced notions.
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